Short and young, with black hair falling over brown eyes, and small hands.
Somehow this 14-year old who can barely hold a short sword exudes leadership and charisma, and is attractive, in a “too cool for you” sort of way.
Originally from a long line of carpenters, he left home with the goal of becoming a cavalier. He was taken on as a squire, but it was soon clear that while he had the regal bearing of a knight, that was all he had. Average at best in all other ways and unable to effectively use many weapons because of his unusually small hands, he managed barely to qualify as a fighter and was a passable squire, until his master traded his contract to Dances With Butterflies in exchange for a nice suit of armor.
Now he serves his diminutive new mistress with the same tepid attitude which he brought to his duties as a squire.
He is a hard nut to crack, no mater what life throws his way, he meets every challenge with a toss of his hair and his unique battle cry: “Whatever”.